Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious syllable wordplay, spray
Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the lay
Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a day
Ya city my committee, where the dirt stay
Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are
Old head feed kids, have to run the
Damn shame niggaz in my can't bang
You the man, fame, my man frame, champagne
to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
Corona beers with a of lemon first dig
On an mic, growl follows, space over night
Destroying your perimeter, and prototypes
(High powers) lift your soul, through die shower
your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars
My squad, holler the loudest, niggaz childish
We grown folk here, raw street knowledge

2X: Planetary, Vinnie Paz]
Y'all can't us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem

[Vinnie
This animal rap, cannibal rap we make
I hate all, hate law and jake
I hate everything that you stand for, it's
'cause everybody bitin' the gods, a day
I maintain, handle beef
Manage my calmly, like I was Gandhi
Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man
It take a shack and tank to harm me
on b, why you trynna to build
Why you trynna get ya whole entire killed
I'm like a demon Amityville
I'm the motherfuckin' that you had any skill
With tight ill, crack ya like when an egg drop
And put you in the figure-four
And make ya bop, cause we the rawest around
Vinnie Paz, with my man holdin' me down

2X]

(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the spit)
Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the sip)
The hit (we hit you with the heavenly shit)
Only you live ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The energy (young cats must be sick in the brain)
We hittin' the ('cause of y'all spittin' the same)
We shookin' the (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
We stick to the (ran and inflicted the pain)
The stitches remain (and fact, we sonnin' y'all kids)
And after that we up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' slugs in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen your gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind y'all)
It's right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at
You ain't icey at all, we provoke the to brawl)
If sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw

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